#super junior x reader

[mlm-writer]

Dating Leeteuk as SHINee's maknae headcanons

Pairing: Leeteuk (Super Junior) x Male!SHINee Maknae!Reader (trans-friendly) Rating: General audiences Words: 1085 POV: Second Summary: On how you start dating until you finally make it public. Note: Decided on headcanon format to make it easier on me. Tags: fluff, getting together, idols, mention of SuJu & SHINee, but a bit more SHINee because they are my ult, and some mentions of homophobia

So like you’ve known SuJu since pre-debut and tbh at that age the age gap was just too big for you to get along with them really well

You got to work with them occasionally, but it took a good few years for you to really get close

Because of how well your voices work together, you got paired with Leeteuk for a collab on SM Station and that was so well received, you did a couple more of those over the years 

Really your voices melted together like nutella on hot bread (Author loves this ok it fuckin slaps) 

You did like a super nice love song together, but when you guys were singing together it did not sound anymore like you were singing about a girl, but about each other 

Both of you were not even realising how romantic your eye contact was during the live performances

The songs were so well received, you even had a temporary project with Leeteuk, when Onew was out on military service. That’s when even you two could not deny the chemistry between you two. 

You guys already acted like a couple before you made it official with each other. 

Literally you’re at his place having wine after another day of dance practice, vocal training and photoshoots and you then realise how low the lights are and how your knees are touching on his sofa and how romantic the background music is…

You look up from your glass and see the candlelight flickering in his eyes and all that comes out of your mouth is “wait, this is really romantic” 

And Leeteuk is a little embarrassed, because consciously he did not mean to put you on the spot like this, but he was old enough to realise he put way more effort into ‘just hanging out after work’ than was normal. For his fellow members you would not catch him meticulously picking a good bottle of wine or replacing the candles in the living room or dimming the lights to make the ambiance cosy. There certainly would not be playing some soft jazz in the background. 

And he has no excuse, because the realisation hits him like a train and he just asks you: “do you mind?” 

You don’t even need to ask him if he does, because you understand that look on his face like no one else. You shake your head and just scoot closer to put your head on his shoulder. 

Being idols, and men on top of that, you kept it a secret, but everyone was waiting for it. You knew about the fanfics, but you always thought they were made as a joke and you and Leeteuk were very discreet. 

SuJu defo knew about you two, but they never mentioned it aside from some good-natured teasing about how Leeteuk spent so much time with you, it seemed like you were a married couple

SHINee also knew and they teased you endlessly about all the little things Leeteuk did, in the hopes you would admit Leeteuk did those things because you were together. They just did not want to ask you directly and allow you to come out when you were ready. 

Tbh you did not even realise they knew. Both you and Leeteuk absolutely oblivious to how obvious you guys are. 

It is in the Leeteuk walking across venues tailed by security guards just to say hello to you. It is in the way you have the habit of saying “oh Leeteuk hyung would love this” about food, drinks, furniture, songs, clothes etc. 

When you guys are together you both have heart eyes while giving ‘professional’ compliments

Both your groups find it painful to watch, especially the more uhhh homophobic ones in SuJu (not gonna say who bc y’all will hate me, but if you know you know) 

Then SHINee worked on recording Identity and they are making a lot of comments about it that kind of water down to “hey if SOMEONE in SHINee would have an INTERESTING identity, we would NOT mind that” 

You’re one dense mf so Key takes you aside and has a heart-to-heart with you and a lot of alcohol

Do you remember telling him even the spicy details of your relationship? No. Did it happen? Key won’t shut up about it to you. He is not that much of a dick tho to tell the others. 

You feel really shit about your slip up and the fact that you were now hungover on date night

Leeteuk went all out with finding a remote spot up Mt. Namsan and buying all that was needed for a simple, but romantic dinner with a view of Seoul. The night lights were gorgeous, the city alive. You had gimbap and fried chicken for dinner with some small electric lanterns surrounding the picnic mat under you. Your favourite playlist played over the bluetooth speaker.

Leeteuk showed you a video that Key took while you were drunk off your ass. It was embarrassing to hear yourself proclaim how much you hated not being able to kiss him in public. 

In your words “everytime I see my Teukkie, I wanna squish his cheeks and give him wittle smoochies, but noooooo gotta keep my idol image like I care about that. Aren’t we getting old? When do I stop caring and start marrying?” 

You could die of embarrassment, but then Leeteuk took the ring out.

Next day you’re public, what the company might say be damned

God the backlash was huge, the following weeks full of angry managers, PR people and screaming ‘fans’ outside the SM building. 

You and Leeteuk laid low for a month or so, but you had a comeback to do and SHINee could not delay more. 

In the end it is the support of both SHINee and SuJu members that turn the tide for your career. 

Most idols decide not to comment on your homosexual engagement, but some idols had also been on the shipping train for years and were glad to finally see the inevitable out in the open 

The reactions were overall mixed. Some people are glad to see their ship be real, some are just homophobic. That’s life. The moment things went public, you and Leeteuk were faced with new challenges, but none of those challenges changed you. You and Leeteuk were in love before the two of you were aware of it, and now the world was aware of it, you got to show it too.

#super junior #shinee #kpop #suju #leeteuk #leeteuk x reader #leeteuk x male reader #trans male reader #male reader #suju x reader #suju x male reader #kpop x male reader #kpop x reader #super junior x reader #super junior x male reader

[elf-bot]

escapade - donghae, eunhyuk

genre: smut, smut, SMUT

pairing: donghae x female reader x eunhyuk

word count: 2.6k

request: eunhae x reader threesome??

summary: eunhyuk finally agrees to invite donghae for a threesome while you’re working for a tv show in a beautiful hotel.

warnings: pwp, threesome, two dicks in one body, anal sex and prep, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), praising, mouth fucking, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, established friends with benefits with hyukjae, mentions of alcohol.

tags: @sujurunaway​

[so i wrote this after seeing ‘the travelog’ with donghae and eunhyuk and i kept thirsting for them ngl and also because i had a dream with both of them lol. i had no details for this request so i went with it and i think is good by now. is my first time writing this, so any thoughts, likes, reblogs, comments, literally anything, are welcome haha. i hope i didn’t restrain with this one.]

You blinked twice after hearing Hyukjae's words. Still, you were not sure if you heard that right, or if it was a dream or a joke.

"What did you say?" you whispered.

"We are okay doing a threesome."

A smirk curved on your lips now hearing clearly.

"I'm serious," Hyukjae insisted looking at Donghae, who was sitting by your side on the edge of the bed. Some glances were exchanged between the three of you.

How you ended up here? Well, you worked with Super Junior and their shows pretty often. One day, one thing led to another with Hyukjae and as two responsible adults, you made an agreement to be friends with benefits some months ago. Until today you still maintained your part of continuing with the deal as it didn’t affect your friendship or your professional relationship.

"I mean we talked about it before and you always doubted... What is it?" a soft chuckle escaped your mouth.

It was funny, yes, and you wanted it, but you also wanted to know why they came to such decision after you confessed to Hyukjae to invite Donghae to join in at least once, because you might have or not confessed you wanted to try both of them at the same time. Maybe he finally agreed to talk and involve his friend or perhaps alcohol just gave him the courage to do so. In any way, Donghae already knew about both of you, even if he didn't say a word or treated you in a different manner. It was between his friend and you in the end, but the offer did sound great.

"Look around, we're in a hotel in Bali!" Hyukjae gestured excitedly with his hands. He was right, the place was beautiful and you’d be lying if you didn’t think often about having both of them, even now.

"We're not doing it in the pool, just being clear."

The other man chuckled softly switching his gaze between you and his friend.

“I’m in for it if you are,” Donghae said with a serious look on his face.

"See? We’re okay with that. Just tell me if you're up for it, right now," Hyukjae demanded.

"You already know the answer. Should I remind you I should be asking that to you?"

Hyukjae got up from the couch and walked straight to your sitting figure, taking your words as an affirmative answer. His lips attacked yours immediately, asking for dominance with his tongue. You felt the taste of beer in your mouth, welcoming his lips eagerly. You felt his hands on your shirt undoing the buttons one by one until he exposed your skin. The fabric was tossed to the carpeted floor of the villa, which was about to witness you and two of the hottest men you’ve ever met giving in to primitive pleasure.

A soft moan escaped your lips as you felt Donghae switching over the bed and felt another pair of hands over your back quickly getting rid of your bra. Hyukjae nipped at your bottom lip as his fingers unbuttoned your shorts and helped you to pull them down along with your panties, which got wet from the small actions they performed over your sensitive skin.

“You’re gorgeous,” Donghae mumbled against your neck nipping on your skin and sending shivers down your spine. 

He motioned you to lay down on the back of the mattress as his lips worked down over your body to play with your breast and your nipple. Meanwhile, Hyukjae spread your legs apart and his fingers ghosted over your inner thighs working at a slow, torturing rhythm, until he reached your core. His slim fingers rubbed your folds and clit in circular motions as he watched you squirm under his and Donghae’s touch. You cunt getting wet with their actions.

Donghae’s hand traveled down your stomach and started to brush his fingers over your thighs. Your back arched as Hyukjae slid a digit inside your walls, you took a grip on Donghae’s hair as he still worked with his mouth over your breast. He ran down his tongue and lips on the skin of your stomach, leaving a trail of his own saliva all over your body until his fingers reached your pussy, increasing your pleasure.

Hyukjae added a second finger soon enough. He rubbed your inner walls with his fingers softly, his pace increasing as time went by. Your wetness created sweet friction and sinful noises that mixed with your moans as his fingers plugged into you. One of Donghae’s hand grabbed your inner thigh opening your legs for his friend so he could fuck you easily, his free hand stroked your breast and rubbed your hard nipple.

Both grips on you were different. Hyukjae knew how to put the right amount of pressure on your skin, he was soft, but firm. And Donghae’s grip was rough but not harmful, enough to drive you crazy and leave soft marks on your body. Both of his actions on your body were bringing you close to seeing stars and your orgasm started to build on your belly.

“Are you close?” Donghae asked sweetly.

You nodded, shutting your eyes and holding back your moans. His hand quickly went to your core and rubbed your clit so you could reach your climax. Squirming your body you took his wrist with your hand as you came hard with a loud moan that echoed the walls of the room. You tried to close your legs, but both men did not let you squeeze your trembling thighs.

Both of their strong hands left you exposed to them as you cried out, your walls continued spasming around Hyukjae’s fingers and your throbbing clit was still being played by Donghae and his rough digits. As long as you didn’t ask them or use the safe word you had previously agreed on in your relationship, they were not going to stop.

“So pretty,” Hyukjae breathed out as his fingers plunged into you harder you could swear you could cum right there for the second time. “You look so beautiful when you cum for us.”

You whimpered in response, your whole body still shaking. Hyukjae finally withdrew his fingers to lick your juices from them with soft hums, and Donghae caressed your stomach and chest until you calmed down from your high.

“That felt so good,” you moaned. “But why are you still in your clothes? Take them off!”

Quickly you reached Donghae’s shirt, who was still sitting by your side on the bed and helped to take his shirt off under Hyukjae’s lustful eyes. Donghae pulled you closer to him harshly, his chest pressing against yours as you straddle his hips, you felt his growing erection on his trousers against your sensitive skin. He pulled you in for a hot kiss, his hand grabbing the back of your neck firmly. You gave in to his lips, looking to have more control over him, even tasting some beer on his lips as well.

Since you were busy with Donghae, Hyukjae undressed himself while he watched carefully, leaving his shirt and trousers on the floor, his boxers following soon and releasing his now hard dick. He wasn’t really jealous of your attention now being focused on Donghae, the view was hot and made him eager about what was going to happen next.  

Between kisses, you helped the other man to take off his pants. A soft moan left your lips until his length was finally free. His hands roamed all over your body again and he left soft bites on your collarbone, creating a trail of kisses until his lips and his tongue marked your shoulder and the sensitive skin on your neck. Your hips rocked against his, rubbing your wet core against his erection.

“Let me taste you first,” Donghae whispered in your ear after giving a soft bite on your neck.

You were lying down on the bed once again. Donghae grabbed your hips positioning you at the edge of the mattress so he could kneel between your legs. In an instant, his warm tongue flicked against your folds. His deep grunts sent shivers down your core, his fingers massaging your inner thighs carefully as he ate you out.

Hyukjae came closer and climbed over the mattress, his hand started playing with your breast. “You look like you’re having fun here.”

“I am,” you smirked, a soft moan escaped your mouth as Donghae slid a finger on you.

Your hand reached the other man’s hard dick and he positioned himself closer to you, so your mouth could reach him comfortably. Your tongue gave a warm lick to his tip before running down his length. His hips rolled until your lips enveloped him sucking him off, your hand working on what your mouth couldn’t take.

Donghae slid a second digit on your pussy, his lips pulling away. “She’s so sweet.”

“I told you. Fuck, and her mouth is so good,” Hyukjae hissed caressing your hair, making you moan around his dick.

“I think she’s more than ready now,” Donghae pulled out his wet fingers and grabbed your thighs, spreading them wider before rubbing his tip between your folds. He finally buried in, inch by inch slowly stretching your soft walls.

Donghae hissed. “Still so tight...”

“You took so long to do that,” you whimpered taking the other man’s dick out from your mouth, and using your hand to pump the base.

His hips worked to a steady pace as soon as he filled you up completely, your wetness making it easier to slide in. His thrusts were deep and firm, as much as the grip of his hands on your skin. It didn’t take long for you to feel again that familiar sensation building up down your core and for your mouth to speak incoherent curses and moans. He touched all the right places with each roll of his hips.

Hyukjae motioned you to pay attention to his hardness again and shoved it between your swollen lips, thrusting carefully. You moaned around his dick, and Donghae kept pounding into you. His pace was different from Hyukjae, but he was able to feel and find your sweet spots quickly. Both Hyukjae and Donghae were damn good dancers and you proved once again that dancers do fuck great.

“I can feel you’re close,” Donghae moaned, increasing his rhythm.

“Yes, I am! Just fuck me!”

Your eyes rolled back, your orgasm approaching incredibly fast. Your walls squeezed around his dick and you moaned with your mouth stuffed as Hyukjae fucked your mouth, letting Hyukjae use it how he pleased. For the second time, you came and reached your peak. Donghae moaned, feeling your pussy convulsing around him and after a couple of thrusts more he finally pulled out leaving you empty and dripping for him. Hyukjae also pulled from your mouth.

“Was it good?” he asked.

“He’s great!”

He bent down to kiss you tenderly with a smirk on his face and Donghae sat down on the other side of the bed, stroking himself. “I want your ass, is that fine?”

You nodded fast against his lips. Before you could think at this point you’d be spent and tired, but not today. You wanted more and last until your body ached to stop, for you to feel sore for days and to be used by them as much they wanted to. You were willing and Hyukjae knew that already.

“I’m going to prepare you, can you sit on Donghae?”

Hyukjae moved to open the nightstand beside the mattress, taking out the bottle of lube. The other man laid back down and motioned for you to straddle his body. His hands guided your hips until you sank down on his hard dick. Your skin shivered in anticipation. He let out some breathy moans, his hands grabbed your sides and his eyes closed tightly.

“Don’t move yet,” you teased grinding your hips slowly, your hands on his shoulders.

“You feel too good, Hyukjae hurry up!” he whined.

Hyukjae chuckled getting behind you. Kissing your back, he caressed your skin with one of his hands while bringing a lubed finger to your ass. You forced yourself to relax, pressing against Donghae and his chest. He stroked your hair and your neck as you felt the intrusion.

“Almost there, you’re doing great,” Hyukjae cooed.

He started to move his hand slowly so you could get used to it. Both men were making sure you were comfortable between them, Donghae whispering if you were doing fine and Hyukjae was ready if you told him to stop. You encouraged him to continue so a second finger was added. This time it stretched you out more and he worked his way plunging his fingers into you.

It has been some time since you experienced your ass getting ready and fucked, so it felt like doing it for the first time again. Technically, it was your first time with both of them. You moaned softly against Donghae’s shoulder, your hand gripping his skin. Your hips bucked to feel more as pleasure grew up and embraced your whole body, holding yourself back.

“Are you ready?” Hyukjae asked, pulling his fingers out.

“Yeah, just fuck me now!”

He positioned behind you after pouring some lube on his length, and rubbed himself on your hole. He pushed in gently, air left your lungs right away. Your body tensed and a string of moans and whimpers escaped. Donghae hushed you sweetly, with his hands going to your ass cheeks and spreading them more for Hyukjae to finally sink in.

“Holy shit-” you panted and your legs trembled.

Your walls squeezed around both of them and Donghae decided to thrust softly, receiving a broken moan from you. Hyukjae followed soon, both of his hips settled a rhythm. Hyukjae’s hands grabbed on your hips as he moved and Donghae’s hips stopped only to thrust again. You felt one of them sliding out while the other slid in, your heated body happily welcomed them inside of you.

Their moans and grunts mixed together in the room, and you cursed under your breath. Their hands roamed all over your skin, covered in sweat. Any sign of rationality left you immediately, feeling how both men were splitting you open. There was a possibility you couldn’t even walk properly the next day, but you didn’t care at all. What mattered was their throbbing dicks shoving inside your holes creating delicious, sinful pleasure in your core.

You felt pure bliss. It was heaven. It was better than what you imagined it would be and you found yourself bucking your hips to feel them deeper and harder. Hyukjae’s hips struck your ass as he went harder, Donghae following the same pace soon as they rutted into you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum- ah!” Hyukaje grunted. His hips continued the work until he pulled out before filling you up. He jerked himself desperately and spilled his warm, white seed on your ass and back with a moan, watching how his friend’s dick disappeared on your pussy as he still fucked you to reach his own peak.

Your vision blurred and you came hard, walls fluttering around Donghae’s hard cock plunging into you. So little strength you had, but you still managed to bounce on his lap, meeting his thrusts and he finally spilled himself into your warm cunt, cursing under his breath.

Both of you standing still, you felt lips kissing your back and your neck once you straighten your back.

“Damn, how many times you came today,” Hyukjae smirked against your skin.

“Well, you two did that. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk after this,” you panted.

Slowly you moved your hips so Donghae could slide out of you, but you remained on his lap too weak to leave your position.

“If you want to invite me again sign me in,” Donghae smacked your ass.

You smiled. “I agree with him.”

“Maybe next time, when we get back home.”

#super junior scenarios #super junior imagines #super junior smut #donghae smut #donghae imagines #donghae scenarios #donghae x reader #eunhyuk scenarios #eunhyuk smut #eunhyuk imagines #eunhyuk x reader #suju x reader #super junior x reader #kpop smut #suju scenarios #suju imagines #suju scenario #suju smut

[kwanisms]

All You Have to Do is Ask - k.jh

summary: your boyfriend ruined dinner

pairing: female reader x yesung

genres/themes: idolverse, established relationship, smut (minors dni), fluff at the end, yesung's real name is Jong-hoon (for those that don't know)

EDIT: I know he changed it (again) to Kang-hoon. I'll change it eventually lol

wc: 1.5k

warnings: explicit language, graphic sex, mentions of alcohol, slight praise kink, some dirty talk, unprotected sex (use protection!), creampie, and I'm including this in the warnings: Yesung is an older idol, so if the idea of having sex with someone near 40 bothers you, don't read this lmao I'm like 9 years younger than him so it doesn't bother me to read or write for older idols

a/n: hi, this is my first SuJu smut so pls be gentle. SUPER JUNIOR IS A 2ND GEN KPOP GROUP AND AS SUCH, THEY ARE THE OLDEST GROUP I'M WRITING FOR. IF THEIR AGES BOTHER YOU, GO SOMEWHERE ELSE LOL I'M ALMOST 30 SO THEY ARENT MUCH OLDER THAN ME AND IF THAT BOTHERS YOU, GET OFF MY BLOG. We don't accept ageism here. this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. gif isnt mine. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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[21:18]

Ruined. That was the only word for it. Dinner was completely ruined and it was all your boyfriend's fault.

He'd gone out immediately after practice to grab a bottle of wine before coming home to your shared apartment. You had told him you were making your favorite pasta for dinner and were excited for him to try it.

What you hadn't expected was him to come home, bottle of wine in hand only to slam the bottle on the counter and jump you the moment his eyes landed on you.

You should have expected it honestly. You knew your black dress was a little short, barely reaching the middle of your thighs and you can only imagine how frustrated he must have been to immediately start attacking your neck in wet kisses, tongue running over your skin as his hands grabbed the material of your dress in his fists before he pulled you from the stove and turned you against the counter to kiss you properly.

It was only a few moments later he had you bent over the same counter, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off and lying in a mangled mess on the hardwood floor. Your boyfriend stood behind you, one hand on your hip, the other holding your dress in a clenched fist as he thrust into you from behind.

You buried your head in your arm, moans tumbling from your lips as you felt the tip of his cock nudge against your sensitive spot. "Fuck," you heard him curse from behind you, voice barely audible of the sound of skin hitting skin filling the kitchen. "Goddamn, baby," he growled.

You glanced over your shoulder, peering back at Yesung, the sight of him losing himself completely sending more heat to your core and your walls clenched around him, spurring him on. You loved when he gave himself over to pleasure entirely.

The way his brow furrowed, the way he bit his bottom lip as he tried to focus on the quality of his thrusts. It was always quality over quantity with him in everything he did. He preferred to do things right rather than how quickly he could do them.

And that extended into sex with you.

Every angled thrust and slow deep roll of his hips made you see stars from beginning to end. He knew your body. He knew every inch of skin, knew how to tease you, how to draw out the most lewd sounds from you, whether it was with his tongue, his fingers, or his cock.

Your head dropped, a slew of moans and causes falling from your lips as you felt your orgasm approaching. Yesung must have felt it in the way your walls convulsed around him as he continued to pound into you, savoring the sight of himself disappearing inside you.

He hadn't planned on fucking you as soon as he got home. The plan was to take a shower while you finished cooking and then join you for a nice home-cooked meal and a glass of wine but when he saw you in that black dress, the short one that barely covered your ass and left your thighs completely exposed, he just couldn't hold back.

Practice had been particularly rough, tensions high amongst him and the other members as they prepared for their comeback. Heechul had been getting on their nerves, making snarky comments from the side whenever someone got the choreography wrong despite him not even dancing with them.

They had ended practice a little earlier than usual because they were all tired, annoyed, and tense. When Yesung had seen your text that you were making him dinner and asked you to pick up a nice bottle of red, he jumped at the chance to finally unwind after the last few days.

He didn't expect that he'd be fucking his frustrations out but you didn't seem to be complaining with how you moaned out his name, his real name, your hands trying to hold onto something to ground yourself against the onslaught of his hips but the smooth surface of the white marble countertops made that entirely impossible, leaving you to the mercy of his grip.

"You did this on purpose, didn't you?" he growled, voice low and husky. You let out a whimper, shaking your head quickly. "N-no," you stammered, your voice shaky. "I swear I d-didn't."

"Why else would you wear something so short?" he asked, giving you a particularly hard thrust, making you cry out. "If not to tease me, then what? Were you expecting someone else to see?" Yesung grunted, ignoring a bead of sweat that rolled down the side of his face. Though he'd cooled off from practice, here he was sweating all over again.

Though he'd much rather be fucking you than stuck in the practice room with eight other men, all as crabby as he was.

"N-no!" you mewled, letting out a gasp when you felt Yesung's hand grab your hair and tug you back, his other hand moving to cup your chin as he leaned over your back. "Did you expect me to bring home the guys?" he murmured in your ear, sending chills down your spine. "N-no, Jong-hoon, I swear," you squeaked out. You heard him hum in your ear, the hand in your hair moving around to the front of your body, pressing against your stomach, pulling you against him as he continued to thrust into you hard and slow.

"So you'd never wear this for any of them?" he asked, holding back a chuckle when you shook your head. "Never. Only f-for you," you whimpered. "You're such a good girl," he cooed, his voice sweet in contrast with the way his hips moved, driving his cock deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.

"Are you gonna be a good little slut and come for me?" he whispered. You nodded quickly. "I'm gonna cum, Hoonie," you moaned, the nickname making him groan as he let go of your chin and wrapped both arms around you, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he hastily chased his high.

It only took a few more hard thrusts before you toppled over the edge, coming with a cry of his name, walls squeezing around his cock as his thrusts turned sloppy. "M'gonna come, baby," he mumbled, lips brushing against your skin.

"Then come for me," you answered, voice still shaky. "Come inside me." Yesung let out a moan, urged by your words as he came, releasing inside you and filling you with his thick load. Every time he came inside you, it was always more than when he came alone or when he finished on your skin.

His hips slowly came to a halt as you both tried to catch your breath. "Shit," he cursed, carefully letting go of you. You let yourself drop against the cool surface of the counter, enjoying the cold marble against your hot, sweaty skin. "I'm so sorry," you heard Yesung say and you looked over your shoulder at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Sorry?" You asked. "Sorry for what?"

Yesung looked over at the frying pan on the stove. "For ruining dinner," he answered, his cock still buried inside you. You shook your head, a light chuckle slipping between your lips. "It's fine, honey," you said, pushing yourself up.

Yesung took a step back, slipping out of you as he grabbed one of the decorative kitchen towels and ran it under the faucet for a moment before bringing it to your soaked core. "I also made a mess," he added as he carefully wiped your skin.

"You always make a mess," you answered as he finished and threw the towel in the sink, pulling his boxers and sweats back up, looking up only when you turned to face him. You didn't know how he managed to look so good all the time, nor how it was fair. His flushed face, skin glistening in the overhead kitchen lights, messy hair and those thin framed, round glasses that you loved on him so much.

You reached forward, grabbing him by the waistband of his sweats and pulled him forward, lips finding his as you pulled his body against yours. You pulled back enough to speak. "We can order in," you said softly, gently nudging his nose with yours. "Whatever you want, baby," he answered, kissing the tip of your nose before a cheeky smile broke out across his face. "And change your dress. I might not be able to resist you again later," he added. You shook your head.

"I'm not changing out of this if it gets me fucked like that again," you replied. Yesung let out a loud laugh at your remark. "Baby, if you want to be fucked like that," he said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips. 

"All you have to do is ask."

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#super junior scenarios #super junior imagines #super junior reactions #super junior fanfiction #super junior fluff #super junior smut #kim jonghoon #super junior yesung #yesung scenarios #yesung imagines #yesung fanfiction #yesung fluff #yesung smut #super junior x reader #yesung x reader #kwanisms

[shawol-poser]

K-Pop Matchups!! (Open)

As mentioned, I’ll be doing matchups for a short while just to exercise my writing because I used to do this for different fandoms back in the day and I’m in dire need of mental stimulation—-!!

However!! I’ll be limiting the fandoms to EXO, SHINee, and Super Junior!!

As such, you can request to have one matchup per fandom since I’m only doing three (3) anyway lol

Please include the following in your request:

Fandom for matchup (please mention this, or else I won’t do them)

Pronouns of choice (She/Her is default, so please specify)

MBTI + Enneagram (if you don’t know, just sum up key points of your personality

Your taste in fashion (you can mention your general aesthetic, or if you don’t have one, mention what you usually wear)

Your aesthetic tendencies (do you wear makeup or not? What style of makeup? Do you dye/style/perm/straighten/cut your hair often? etc.)

Your hobbies or interests (like what you like to do on off days, or if you're doing what you love for work, etc.)

Your favorite features on yourself and why (let’s spread some positivity :DD)

Which era of that group was your favorite (a certain music video, or a certain member from a music video)

What qualities do you like in a partner?

A song that sounds like you (can be the lyrics, the music, the music video, just specify what aspect)

3 of your favorite songs from the requested fandom (so if you chose all three, mention 9 songs)

Please be respectful when requesting, that’s all I ask!!

I’m looking forward to them :DDD

#shinee x reader #shinee #exo x reader #exo imagines #SHINee imagines #Super Junior #Super Junior Imagines #Super Junior x reader #Kpop x reader #Kpop imagines #Kpop matchups #SHINee matchups #Super Junior matchups #EXO matchups #Suju #suju imagines #suju matchups

[proudahgase-exol]

Optional bias masterlist

Here you will fine everything I had made for optional bias. :)

-If you enjoy my work like and reblog ;)

Last updated: 03/02/24

Guide: ♤ angst - ❀ fluff - ♡ smut

𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

༻ ♥༻❀༺♥༻ ༺♥༻❀༺♥༻ ༺♥༻❀ ༺

𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭. ♤

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴. ♤ ❀

𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘭'𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨. ♤ ❀

#enhypen x reader #ateez x reader #nct x reader #treasure x reader #seventeen x reader #monsta x x reader #bts x reader #the boyz x reader #ikon x reader #astro x reader #day 6 x reader #p1harmony x reader #super junior x reader #the rose x reader #kpop x reader #kpop imagines #kpop fanfics

[yeyejie]

Fading Footsteps

Characters: Yesung x Reader Synopsis: Cold winter winds may erase the warmth of our love, but the echo of fading footsteps will forever linger, reminding us of the beauty we once shared.

A/N: it's my first time writing a kpop x reader fanfic, so be nice haha. feel free to let me know what you think of the story too. :D

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As the wind whispered through the streets of Seoul, a sense of melancholy filled the air, matching the weight that rested upon your heart. You sat alone at the familiar corner table of your favorite cafe, the place that held countless memories of laughter, whispered promises, and stolen kisses. But tonight, the atmosphere felt different—tinged with both nostalgia and an impending farewell.

You traced your fingers over the rim of your untouched cup, your mind drifting back to the early days when your love was vibrant and hopeful. Yesung, the one who had once ignited your soul, had become a distant presence in your life. The road you had traveled together had grown increasingly treacherous, filled with bumps and bruises that left wounds in your once unbreakable bond.

Though Yesung believed in the enduring strength of your love, you could no longer find solace in the promises you had made. The flames that once burned passionately had dwindled, leaving behind only fading embers. The realization pierced your heart, for you knew that it was time to release the grip that held you together and set each other free.

Tonight was the night you would confront Yesung, your fates intertwining one final time before parting ways. The thought of severing the ties that had bound you for years was both terrifying and liberating. With every passing moment, your determination solidified, and your resolve grew stronger like the snowflakes threatening to fall outside the window.

Yesung was away, lost in the rhythm of a neighboring city's music festival, unaware of the storm brewing within you. He had promised to join you as soon as his last performance concluded, unknowingly stepping into the final act of your tragic love story.

As the minutes ticked by, your mind wandered between the echoes of memories and the anticipation of what lay ahead. You knew that tonight would change your lives irrevocably, leaving scars that may never fully heal. But you also held onto a glimmer of hope, believing that this painful ending would pave the way for a new beginning—a chance for both of you to find happiness on separate paths.

With each passing second, the weight of the decision grew heavier, yet you steeled yourself, ready to face the inevitable. You would bid farewell to the warmth of your shared memories, embracing the cold reality of a future without Yesung by your side.

Tonight, as the snow threatened to fall upon the city of Seoul, you braced yourself for the final chapter of your love story—a chapter that would forever alter the course of your lives. And in the silence of the cafe, you whispered your goodbyes, both to the man you had loved and to the person you used to be.

As tears welled up in your eyes, a bittersweet montage of memories played like a film reel in your mind. Each scene flickered before you, capturing the happiest moments you and Yesung had shared, intertwined with the painful fragments that had chipped away at your love.

You saw yourselves dancing under the moonlight, laughing, and spinning in each other's arms. The sound of Yesung's laughter echoed in your ears, his voice like a soothing melody that once filled your world with joy. But the image quickly shifted, morphing into the arguments that had grown more frequent; the words exchanged were like daggers, piercing deep into your hearts.

There were nights when you curled up together, seeking refuge in each other's warmth and finding solace in whispered promises of forever. The tenderness of Yesung's touch lingered on your skin, igniting a fire that burned passionately. But those moments gave way to the coldness of silent resentment, when affection turned into indifference and every touch felt hollow, devoid of the love it once carried.

You recalled the adventures you embarked on, exploring new places hand in hand with hearts full of excitement and wonder. The world seemed brighter and more vibrant in each other's company. But the scenes blurred into the nights you spent apart, waiting anxiously for Yesung's return and feeling the distance between you grow wider with each passing day.

Amidst the memories of laughter and tears, whispers of "I love you" filled the air. The warmth of those words enveloped you, reminding you of the deep connection you had once shared. But those echoes were overshadowed by the harsh reality of hurtful exchanges, where the love that once bound you had become entangled in resentment and unspoken frustrations.

As the montage reached its crescendo, the weight of it all bore down on your fragile heart. The love you held for Yesung was undeniable, but love alone could no longer sustain the toxicity that had seeped into your relationship. Despite your resolve to end things, the pain was still searing, tearing through the remnants of a love that had slowly crumbled.

In the solitude of the cafe, your emotions broke free, with tears streaming down your face as the floodgates of heartbreak opened wide. It was a cathartic release, a cleansing of the wounds that ran deep, a mixture of sorrow for what was lost and relief for what might lie ahead.

The snowflakes continued to fall gracefully upon the city of Seoul, casting a serene blanket of white upon the bustling streets. Amidst the wintry beauty, you sat alone at the cafe, your gaze fixed on the picturesque scene before you. The city's ethereal charm, once captivating and enchanting, now serves as a painful reminder of the stark contrast within your heart.

An hour had passed since your arrival, and though your tears had ceased, traces of your sorrow lingered in your reddened eyes and the occasional quiver of your breath. As you watched the snow dance and settle, you couldn't help but resent its beauty, for it seemed to mock the tumultuous emotions swirling within you.

How could something so tranquil exist when your own world felt shattered?

Lost in your thoughts, you battled with conflicting emotions. Doubt crept into your mind, tempting you to reconsider your decision. The weight of what lay ahead bore down upon you, causing another wave of tears to well up. The empathetic gazes of strangers lingered upon you, their unspoken understanding a poignant reminder that pain and heartbreak were universal experiences.

Suddenly, a familiar figure emerged through the snowy haze. Yesung, still adorned in his stage outfit and remnants of stage makeup, approached with a radiant smile that seemed to illuminate the wintry night. Your heart skipped a beat at the sight, a bittersweet mix of love and sadness flooding your being. This was the moment you had been dreading—the moment when you would shatter Yesung's joy with your painful truth.

Your gaze met his, and for a fleeting moment, the weight of your shared memories, both blissful and agonizing, enveloped you. Yesung's smile faltered ever so slightly, as if sensing the heaviness in the air. You could see the confusion and concern etched on his face—an unspoken question hanging between you.

In that frozen moment, you knew you couldn't turn back. This was the right decision, however heartbreaking it may be. With a deep breath and a resolve fortified by love and self-preservation, you steeled yourself for the conversation that would forever alter your lives.

The snow continued to fall, and your meeting point was a stark juxtaposition of beauty and pain. Yesung and you stood on the precipice of an ending, your paths diverging in the bitter cold of the winter night. The weight of your unspoken farewell lingered, as if the city itself held its breath in anticipation of your next steps.

This scene encapsulated the ache in your heart and the profound contrast between your heavy emotions and Yesung's radiant facade. It served as a poignant reminder that sometimes, even in the most picturesque moments, beauty can mask profound sorrow.

As the hours passed, you made a conscious decision to bury your inner turmoil and immerse yourself in a facade of normalcy. Sitting across from Yesung in the familiar confines of the cafe, you put on a brave face, determined to cherish these last moments of blissful ignorance.

You smiled at him, your eyes filled with warmth and genuine affection. "How was your performance? I bet you were amazing as always."

Yesung's face lit up at your words, his excitement evident. "Ah, it was crazy, I tell you! The energy from the crowd was electrifying. I couldn't have asked for a better audience."

You chuckled softly, your heart aching at his genuine enthusiasm. "You always know how to captivate the crowd. You're a true artist."

He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin playing on his lips. "Well, I always give my all on stage. It's where I feel most alive, and I'm glad I can share that with the fans."

As you gazed into his eyes, you couldn't help but see the passion and dedication that fueled his performances. Kanghoon was not just an entertainer but a charismatic artist, with a soul that poured into every note and lyric.

He reached across the table, his fingers gently grazing yours. "And how was your day? Did anything interesting happen?"

You took a moment to compose yourself, your voice steady as you replied, "Just the usual. Work, errands, and the mundane But being here with you makes every day extraordinary."

Yesung's smile widened, his eyes shining with adoration. "You have a way of making the ordinary feel extraordinary, my love. Your presence brings so much joy to my life."

You couldn't help but be swept away by his charm and the sincerity in his words. It was moments like these that made you question your decision and doubt if you could really walk away from this love that had once been everything.

But deep down, you knew that love alone couldn't fix the cracks that had formed in your relationship. The battles, the pain, the toxic cycle you found yourselves trapped in—it was taking its toll on both of you.

For now, you chose to embrace the fleeting moments of tenderness, basking in the warmth of Yesung's company and the echoes of what once was. In this fragile bubble of normalcy, you held onto the illusion of unbroken love even as the weight of reality threatened to shatter it.

The cafe embraced your whispered conversations and laughter, oblivious to the storm of emotions raging within you. As the night wore on, you couldn't help but wonder if this fragile respite was the calm before the storm, the final chapter of a love story reaching its heartbreaking conclusion.

But for now, you held Kanghoon's hand, cherishing the moments that slipped through your fingers like sand, knowing that the hardest part was yet to come.

-

As you walked along the illuminated path by the Hangang River, the vibrant rainbow lights casting a mesmerizing glow, you felt a lump form in your throat. The time had come to confront the truth and lay bare your heart.

With a deep breath, you suddenly halted, your hand gently grabbing his arm. He turned to you, surprise etched across his face, but that quickly transformed into anticipation as you leaned in for a passionate kiss. It was a rare display of public affection, a momentary defiance against the constraints that bound you both.

The kiss lingered, filled with longing and bittersweet intensity. Yesung's heart raced, his thoughts consumed by the rush of emotions flooding through him. But just as he began to lose himself in the connection, you pulled away, your tear-stained face a stark contrast to the moment you had just shared.

He looked at you, concern and confusion mingling in his eyes. "What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

You took a shaky breath, searching for the right words amidst the torrent of emotions swirling inside you. "Kanghoon-ah, my love, do you remember that night when we first met? It feels like a lifetime ago now, doesn't it?"

Yesung's brows furrowed, and his voice filled with gentle reassurance. "Of course I remember. It was a magical night that changed our lives. I can never forget it even if I tried."

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you recalled the memories that shaped your relationship—the highs and lows that led you to this moment. "Yes, it was magical. But somewhere along the way, we lost sight of the magic, didn't we? We let it slip through our fingers, and now... now it feels like we're holding onto something that's already broken."

His expression shifted, realization dawning upon him. "Are you... Are you saying what I think you're saying?"

You nodded, your voice trembling with sorrow. "I've tried, Kanghoon-ah. I've tried to salvage what we had, to ignore the pain, and to fight for us. But I can't anymore. We've become tangled in a web of hurt and misunderstandings. I don't want our love to be a battlefield, where every step we take is filled with landmines waiting to explode."

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your cheek, desperate to hold onto what was slipping away. "Please, my love. Don't give up on us. We can work through this. I'll change; I'll do whatever it takes to make things right."

Your voice quivered as you struggled to find the strength to let go. "Oh, Kanghoon, it's not about changing who we are. It's about accepting that sometimes love isn't enough. We've tried, and it hurts me more than words can express to say this, but it's time for us to find our own paths, to heal and grow separately."

His eyes pleaded with you, filled with a mix of desperation and determination. "But I love you more than anything. Can't we find a way back to each other?"

You hugged yourself, your body shaking with silent sobs. "Love is a powerful force, Kanghoon-ah, but it's not always enough. Sometimes, we need more than love. We need understanding, trust, and the ability to make each other truly happy. And right now, I can't honestly say that we have all those things."

Yesung's voice cracked as he reached out, his fingers intertwined with yours. "Please, don't leave me. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Through your tears, you whispered, "I never wanted to hurt you, Kanghoon-ah. But I can't keep hurting myself either. We need to let each other go, so we can find happiness in our own separate ways."

As the silence stretched between them, the weight of their unspoken emotions hung heavy in the air. Yesung's mind raced with conflicting thoughts and emotions, unsure of how to respond to your impending farewell. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you, yet he knew deep down that your happiness mattered above all else.

Finally, breaking the silence, your voice trembled as you found the courage to speak. "Thank you, Kanghoon-ah, for everything. I'll always cherish the moments we shared together, from the simplest gestures to the grandest adventures. You gave me a glimpse of a world I never thought I'd be a part of. For that, I'm eternally grateful."

Tears streamed down your face as you continued, your voice laced with both sorrow and determination. "I'll miss you more than words can express. There may come a time when I'll regret this decision, and my heart might ache for what we've lost. But right now, I truly believe that this is the best choice for both of us. We deserve to find happiness, even if it means walking separate paths."

Yesung's eyes mirrored your pain as he desperately searched for a way to change your mind. "Please, give us another chance. I can fix our relationship; I know we can. We've been through so much together, and I still believe in us," he pleaded, his voice filled with a mixture of hope and desperation.

But your decision was final, and you shook your head, your voice firm yet filled with sadness. "I appreciate your love and willingness to try, Yesung, but we've reached a point where it's best for both of us to move on. You deserve to find happiness, even if it's not with me. Open your heart to new possibilities and allow yourself to be happy."

Tears welled up in Yesung's eyes as he realized the depth of your resolve. "I... I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'll respect your decision. But please know that you'll always hold a special place in my heart. The memories we created together will forever be cherished."

The bittersweetness of your conversation hung in the frosty air, a testament to the depth of your connection and the difficulty of your parting. You stood there, facing the uncertainty of the future, knowing that your lives would forever be intertwined, even as you walked separate paths.

With a heavy heart, Yesung made a request. "Walk away first, please. Give me some time before I turn around. I want to remember you as you are, before you fade away."

And so, you obliged, taking slow steps backward until you were out of his sight. As Yesung turned around, tears continued to flow down his face, his heart shattering with each passing moment. He gazed in the direction you had gone, knowing that this marked the definitive end of your relationship.

In a broken voice, Yesung cursed under his breath, the words lacking the sting they once held. "Damn you for hurting me like this," he whispered. Deep down, he knew that his love for you would never waver, even in the face of heartbreak.

#super junior #yesung #yesung x reader #kpop fanfiction #kpop fanfic #kpop boyband fanfiction #kpop idol x reader #kpop boyband fanfic #kpop #kpop boyband #fanfiction #kpop idol #kpop boybands #fanfic #super junior x reader #super junior fanfiction #suju x reader #suju #suju fanfiction #super junior yesung x reader #suju yesung x reader #super junior yesung fanfiction #yesung fanfiction #super junior scenarios #super junior imagines #super junior reactions #super junior fluff #super junior smut #kim jonghoon #super junior yesung

[bokkibunny]

Hi, I’m looking for writers who are currently active and are open to Super Junior requests! If you’re one of them, feel free to comment. ☺️

I’d be happy if you could reblog this as well, thank you! 🙏🏻💙

#super junior #suju #super junior smut #super junior scenarios #suju scenarios #suju imagine #super junior imagines #super junior x reader

[haveanotherkpopblog]

The Snake’s Den

Just my favorite script moments as I continue to edit

Kyuhyun (VO)- Yeah, and have as much sex as--

***

[Heechul rolls down the window and leans out and snaps a picture of the explosion.]

Heechul- That’s going in the scrapbook.

***

Leeteuk- You’re a hazard to society.

Kangin- And a dumbass.

***

Leeteuk- I believe congratulations are in order. Don’t think I didn’t notice this earlier.

[He shoots her a wink as she giggles and flaunts her hand for him. Leeteuk lets out a low whistle.]

Now that is a diamond.

[The boys rush over to look at the big, shiny diamond that sits on her finger on a gold band. Most of the boys are impressed. Kyuhyun and Donghae are not.]

***

Sungmin- Did--did she insult us? I feel like she just insulted us.

Shindong- We just had our asses on blast. She’s the least of my worries.

***

Leeteuk- I can’t believe she’s getting married before me.

Suho- Me either. Sometimes I look at her and I see my baby sister struggling to tie her shoes. She’s just a baby.

Sehun- You wouldn’t think that if you heard the things Chan said.

Suho- I will shoot you Sehun.

***

Siwon- What’s going on, Y/N? What aren’t you telling me?

Commander- It’s been years since someone called me that. Especially you.

Siwon- Don’t change the subject, Y/N. What’s going on?

***

NIS Director- You need to calm down, Agent, before you say something you regret.

Eunhyuk- This is calm, and it’s Doctor.

***

Commander- I have SM teams arriving at JYP in a matter of minutes.

JYP Director (V.O.)- I didn’t authorize that.

Commander- No. I did.

#haveanotherkpopblog post #the snake's den #i spy #super junior #super junior au #super junior angst #super junior choi siwon #super junior fic #super junior fics #super junior fluff #super junior siwon #super junior spy au #super junior x reader #suju #suju angst #suju au #suju choi siwon #suju fics #suju fic #suju fluff #suju siwon #suju spy au #suju x reader #choi siwon #choi siwon fic #choi siwon fics #choi siwon fluff #choi siwon spy au

[kpoptrashlord-007]

Would you be down to write for super junior? I saw you wrote for leeteuk a while back so was just curious if you'll still write for them

Su-per Ju-ni-or, supermaaan. Baaam, ba bam bam, bam bam.

Here, have a treat, anon:

. . . It's 2am and I just woke up for the first of undoubtedly several times tonight haha, please excuse my weirdness.

This almost feels like I'm walking into a trap given how hated SuJu is but yeah, I'd write for them again lmfao. I still love Teuk Teuk, and Ryeowookie constantly bounces in and out of my top 10 soloists.

There's a couple of members I wouldn't write for due to them being in relationships, scandals, or the fact that I joined the fandom late so I don't know them well enough but the easy/fast answer to your question is yes!

Sending you lots of positive energy, anon, and I hope when you sleep, you do so without interruption.

#anon~ #thanks for stopping by! #suju x reader #super junior x reader #it would be funny if this was followed up by a hate anon

[nunan-neomuyeppeoseo]

sᥙ⍴ᥱr ȷᥙᥒі᥆r mᥲs𝗍ᥱrᥣіs𝗍

⊹⊰ ⍴ᥲrk ȷᥱ᥆ᥒgsᥙ/ᥣᥱᥱ𝗍ᥱᥙk ⊱⊹

୧⊰ 𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗴𝗲𝘀 - 𝗉.𝗃 𝗑 𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 - 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈𝗈𝗇

⊹⊰ kіm һᥱᥱᥴһᥙᥣ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ kіm kᥲᥒgһ᥆᥆ᥒ/ᥡᥱsᥙᥒg ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ sһіᥒ ძ᥆ᥒgһᥱᥱ/sһіᥒძ᥆ᥒg ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥣᥱᥱ һᥡᥙkȷᥲᥱ/ᥱᥙᥒһᥡᥙk ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥴһ᥆і sіᥕ᥆ᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥣᥱᥱ ძ᥆ᥒgһᥲᥱ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ kіm rᥡᥱ᥆ᥕ᥆᥆k ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥴһ᥆ kᥡᥙһᥡᥙᥒ ⊱⊹

⊹⊰ ᥕһ᥆ᥣᥱ gr᥆ᥙ⍴ ⊹⊱

#kpop #kpop x male reader #kpop male reader #gay #super junior #super junior x reader #lee jungsoo #kim heechul #kim kanghoon #shin donghee #lee hyukjae #lee donghae #choi siwon #cho kyuhyun #kim ryeowook

[elf-bot]

⌗ MY FICS RECOMMENDATION LIST

this is a list of some of my fave fics and some masterlists for suju, ofc if you know more writers and fics please let me know so i can add them in here !

last update: sometime in november, 2022, i lost the date

∴ LEETEUK

barely

not-so-secret

hesitance - smut

hesitance part 2 - smut

late night snack

i’d rather be insane - smut

birthday wishes

cookie kiss

tease - smut

∴ HEECHUL

i don’t mind

next time - smut

quickie - smut

bored - smut

astralsweetness’ drabble -  non explicit smut

we just need a drink - smut

∴ YESUNG

honeymoon sweetness - smut

“If you weren’t so drunk maybe I would.”

anything - smut

more than a friend

mirrors - smut

pregnancy struggles, baby struggles

good boy - smut

all you have to do is ask - smut

∴ SHINDONG

yeah, ok, but i’m cooler

visitor

move night - smut

∴ EUNHYUK

06:00 am (donghae & eunhyuk) - smut

impatient

drunken fwb (donghae & eunhyuk) - smut

hormonal

my prince

i miss you - smut

∴ DONGHAE

cacao - suggestive

home

one night part 1 & part 2

tails you lose part 1 & part 2 - smut

06:00 am (donghae & eunhyuk) - smut

drunken fwb (donghae & eunhyuk) - smut

∴ SIWON

announcement

a rainy evening

2+1 (leeteuk & siwon) - smut

lost & found

double check

bad habits - smut

from the ground up - smut

shownuslaugh’s siwon smut

batman suit - smut (ao3)

7 minutes in heaven - smut

∴ RYEOWOOK

working birthday

∴ KYUHYUN

did you enjoy it? - smut

knowing hubby 

here, you can have mine

almost - smut

too much to bear - smut

honeymoon tension - smut

lazy evening - smut

sexual tensions - smut

move night - smut (ao3)

⌗ SUJU FICS MASTERLIST

chicken fifi’s masterlist

obsessedwithbbandsuju’s masterlist

blu-jon���s masterlist

2ya2yao’s masterlist

kpop imaginings’ masterlist

sujusoo’s masterlist

some writers rec here !!

#super junior scenarios #super junior smut #super junior imagine #super junior x reader #suju scenarios #suju imagines #suju x reader #leeteuk #heechul #yesung #shindong #eunhyuk #donghae #siwon #ryeowook #kyuhyun #kpop imagines

[kwanisms]

➔ back to character select | back to main menu

🔞 many of these works contain sexual content (18+ mdni) 🔞 ♤ — angst :: ♡ — fluff :: ♧ — smut ✍ — ongoing :: ⊝ — hiatus :: ⊗ — discontinued :: ✓ — completed

»» all you have to do is ask ♧

➥ 1.5k; your boyfriend ruins dinner... again

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#super junior scenarios #super junior imagines #super junior fanfic #super junior fanfiction #super junior angst #super junior fluff #super junior smut #super junior x reader #yesung scenarios #yesung imagines #yesung fanfic #yesung fanfiction #yesung angst #yesung fluff #yesung smut #yesung x reader #super junior masterlist #yesung masterlist #kwanisms masterlist

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 1,049

Gif NOT mine.

Year posted - 2023

The sound of soft sniffling is what snapped (Y/n) out of her thoughts as she roamed the mushroom forest. Deep in the wilderness, far from civilization she was surprised to hear anyone, let alone someone so distraught. "Hello?" She called out softly, not wanting to scare the individual. Regardless she heard them hiccup in surprise, and audibly try stifling their tears. "It's alright, I'm not gonna hurt ya." She called out softly, peering around the base of a mushroom tree, finally spotting who she'd crossed paths with. "Oh my." She murmured at the sight of the one and only Bowser Jr. A pitiful frown tugging at her lips at the sight of him, as he frantically tried to stop his onslaught of tears. "My my what's wrong little one?" (Y/n) asked as she tentatively approached the young Koopa Prince, who glared at her with his beady black eyes, despite his tears. "Go away." He hissed at her, turning away when she sat beside him on a large toadstool. "You're a long ways from home little Prince." (Y/n) noted in a tender tone, keeping her hands folded in her lap.

"I said go AWAY!" He shouted, suddenly shaking as he tried to hold in his tears. "I'm not leaving." She argued in a calm voice, unwilling to leave him all alone out here. "Why!?" He hissed, still keeping his back to her, as he peered over his shoulder. "Because I would be remiss to just leave you out here all alone." She explained, smiling softly when he finally turned to face her. "Why do you care?" He murmured pitifully. "Why wouldn't I?" She wondered, not having any trifles with the young Koopa, despite knowing the mischief him, and his father get up to. The young Prince sat there quietly for a few short minutes, thinking to himself as he toiled with his fingers. "I'm lost." He finally admitted after a while, looking to the forest floor shamefully. "Oh you poor boy." (Y/n) cooed softly, offering a kind reassuring smile when he looked to her. "How about I help you get back home? I'm sure your father is worried sick." (Y/n) held out her hand, tilting her head a little to the side. "You'll help me?" Bowser Jr. asking in a small voice, looking so helpless in that moment. "Of course." (Y/n) assured, a surprised squeak escaping her when Jr. threw himself into her arms.

Effectively knocking her off the toadstool, and squashing her under his weight, despite being shorter than her. "Oof." She grunted before falling into a fit of giggles, while Jr. nuzzled his muzzle against her belly. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Jr. murmured into her dress, his words muffled slightly. "That tickles!" (Y/n) shouted through her giggles, snorting when he nuzzled against her one last time, before stilling and simply laying against her belly. (Y/n) pat his head affectionately as she calmed down from her giggling fit, her skin tingling a little bit from the tickling. "Alright alright." She brushed her hand over the top of his shell, coaxing him to get up. "We should be going, your father's castle is a long ways away." She explained as she stood to her feet, brushing off her skirt of any grass. Jr. nodded his head in excited agreement, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "Papa will be so happy!" Jr. beamed up at her, mirroring her smile. "Oh I'm sure he will be." (Y/n) agreed with the young Koopa Prince, turning in the direction of the Koopa kingdom.

---Back at the castle---

"WHERE IS HE!?!?" King Bowser yelled as he stormed out of his son's room, where he had been frantically searching for the Prince, making a small mess of the room, without actually destroying anything. "JR.!" He yelled in hopes that his boy was simply somewhere else in the castle. "Sire please." Kamek followed as best he could behind his King, who was storming through the castle so hurriedly, that the ground shook with every step. "I'm sure the Prince is around." Kamek tried to assure the King, but his words fell on deaf ears. "FIND HIM!" He yelled at his guards, who visibly jumped at the sound of his booming voice. "FIND HIM NOW!" Bowser yelled again, flames crawling up his throat, making him look nearly monstrous in that moment. The brigade of soldiers jumping to attention, and quickly marching off to do as he instructed. "They'll find him." Kamek assured, jumping a little when Bowser's attention suddenly snapped to him. "They better." Bowser growled, smoke bellowing from his flared nostrils, looking like a fierce dragon.

After several failed attempts to find Bowser Jr. the brigade nearly jumped with joy, at the sight of Bowser Jr. approaching from the distance. The captain rushed ahead of his platoon, being the first to approach the young Prince. "Prince Jr. your father has been looking everywhere for you!" He exclaimed not noticing the woman accompanying him. "I know I know!" Jr. brushed the captain off, still holding firmly onto (Y/n)'s hand, leading her to the castle. The brigade fell in line behind them, escorting them back, each of them breathing a silent breath or relief. "Papa papa!" Jr. Shouted as he entered the castle, his voice echoing through the large halls. "Jr.!" Bowser perked up at the sound of his son's voice, barreling out of the throne room and rushing down the hall. His heavy steps making the ground quake and the portraits on the walls rattle. "Oh goodness!" (Y/n) gasped softly trying to steady herself, as the large Koopa King practically sprinted towards the group. "Jr.!" Bowser shouted again at the sight of his son, his heart bursting with joy and relief. "Papa!" Jr. hollered in excitement, beyond happy to finally be reunited with his father.

The Koopa King swiftly snatched Jr. up into his arms, looking the young boy over for any potential injuries, pleased to find none. "Where have you been!?" Bowser exclaimed with worry still lacing his voice. "I got lost papa." Jr. explained, looking a bit sheepish, his fingers tugging at his bandanna. "Why did you leave the castle?" Bowser asked as he sat Jr. down, still not having noticed (Y/n), who waited patiently for them to talk before butting in. "Well I wanted... I wanted to..." Jr. looked even more sheepish. "Well I wanted to find you a present." Jr. told his father. "Why did you want to find me a present?" Bowser wondered. "Because you've been real sad since that last encounter with Mario and Princess Peach." Jr. explained, making Bowser flustered that he noticed his glum mood lately. "But I got lost, and then (Y/n) found me and brought me back home!" Jr. exclaimed excitedly, suddenly drawing Bowser's attention to the young woman standing a few feet away. "Hello." She waved to the King, before realizing her manners and bowing respectively. "King Bowser." She hummed as she bowed, her actions momentarily stunning the Koopa King.

"W-well hello there." Bowser stammered a little, immediately clearing his throat to cover up his stutter. "Papa this is (Y/n), she's real nice!" Jr. beamed as he wrapped his stubby little arms around her midsection in a hug. "Aw." (Y/n) cooed softly as she pet his head, her finger toiling in his crimson red hair for a moment. Bowser watched the interaction with a warm heart, already smitten with the young woman, as she interacted tenderly with his son. "He's a sweet boy." She mused as she looked up to Bowser, her face flushing a little at the sight of Bowser's heart shaped pupils. "Yeah." Bowser agreed in a soft tone, laying his hand against Jr.'s shell. "Papa can we keep her!?" Jr. exclaimed excitedly. "Now Jr.-" Bowser cut himself off when (Y/n) began to giggle at his son's words. "Oh Jr. you're precious." She praised as she affectionately pat his cheek. "Papa." Jr. looked to his father expectingly. "How about (Y/n) stays for dinner?" Bowser offered, not particularly wanting to mess things up with her by keeping her here against her will. As he's come to realize that never works in his favor the way he's wanted in the past. Jr. in turn quickly whipped around to peer up at (Y/n).

"Dinner sounds lovely." She agreed with a smile, feeling at ease with the Koopa Royals, despite knowing the mayhem they've caused for others. "Really?" Bowser gawked in surprise, quickly clearing his throat. "I mean... Of course it does!" He chuckled nervously, his heart melting at the sight of her smile. "Really really." (Y/n) hummed in response, giggling when Jr. hugged her tightly. "You could be my new mama!" Jr. beamed up at her, his tail wagging at the sight of her flushed expression. "Oh Jr." She giggled bashfully, peering up at Bowser shyly, not noticing how his tail was also shaking now. "You are sweet." She looked to Jr. again, surprised by how attached she already felt for the young Koopa. Jr. grabbed her hand and began tugging her towards the dining hall, Bowser following the pair with a spring in his step. "Come on come on let's eat!" The Prince hopped excitedly, making (Y/n) laugh. "Alright alright." She agreed through her laughter, looking back to find Bowser already smiling at her.

"Thank you (Y/n)." Bowser mused. "What for?" She asked as they entered the dining hall. "For bringing Jr. home." He explained as he pulled a chair out for her to sit. "Oh it was my pleasure, he really is a fine boy." She hummed with a soft thank you when he pushed her chair in for her. All the while Jr. sat with a pleased smile, his tail wagging happily as he watched them interact. "He is isn't he." Bowser agreed, feeling as if Jr. really brought home the best gift he ever could have. "But aren't you...?" Bowser suddenly frowned as he moved to his own seat. "Aren't I what?" She asked with curiosity. "Aren't you afraid of us?" Bowser finally asked, his eyes downcast to the table, reminding (Y/n) of how shy Jr. had been in the woods. "Should I be?" She wondered. "N-no!" Bowser shouted suddenly, his eyes wide and fearful, before his hand clamped over his mouth. "Well in that case." She paused, making Bowser peer at her anxiously. "No I'm not afraid." She concluded with a soft smile, her heart melting at the sight of Bowser's relief. She had a feeling this would be a lovely friendship, one she hoped might some day bloom into something romantic. Unable to deny the way she felt herself swooning around the Koopa King.

Buy me a coffee sometime? ☕️

(Click the coffee for my Kofi link, IT'S NOT NECESSARY BTW.)

*Hope this was good. I watched the Mario movie a few days ago, and I absolutely loved it. Admittedly the only Mario game I ever played was on the DS, and that was years ago. But I've totally fallen in love with Bowser. And the clips I've watched of Bowser and Jr. are just so adorable. (∩_∩)

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[spikedsoul]

Reader sitting patiently inside a mushroom kindom room.

Koopalings and Bowser Jr knock down the doors violently.

Reader, Sips tea with a smile: Hello my babies

Koopalings: Hi mama!!

The kids would definitely be running around like cats desperately searching for their owner, complete with yelling and knocking things over

Peach: What's that noise?

Reader, sipping her tea: My kids

Peach: I thought you didn't have any...?

Reader: I accidentally adopted 8 of them. Brace for noise

Peach: What...?

Junior as he bursts into the room, followed by the Koopalings: MAMA!

Peach: Oh, hi, Junio-

Junior, scoffing as they all make a beeline for reader: No not you. Never you

Peach, stunned:

Bowser from the back: They grow up so fast :')

Reader, waving at Peach as the kids carry her out: Bye, Princess! Thanks for the tea!

Peach: ....what the FUCK just happened....

#bowser #super mario bros #bowser x reader #bowser x y/n #idk if this was as funny to y'all as it was to me #bowser jr #bowser junior

[imagine-darksiders]

What about Bowser and a preggo Y/N?

And why not? :)

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The frantic sound of bare feet slapping unevenly against cold, unforgiving stone echoes down the hallway, ricocheting off vast, stone walls and filling the oppressive space with the proof of your desperate escape.

Lungs heaving like a set of billows, you try your utmost to focus on throwing one foot out after the other, clutching an arm around your swollen belly in some futile attempt not to jostle the tiny life growing inside it as you lurch down the corridor, wincing with every step that pounds against the unforgiving stone beneath you.

Somewhere far behind you, from deep in the bowels of the fortress, a thunderous roar erupts into the air, chasing you through the doors that you've left swinging in your wake.

“Well-!” you puff down to your stomach, skidding around a corner and lumbering towards another set of enormous, stone doors, “He had to wake up eventually.”

It's always dark in the Dark Lands, but the lack of activity in the twisting hallways clues you in to the fact that night must have settled its oppressive weight over the fortress, driving the koopas into their barracks to sleep. You'd only dared to make this escape attempt hours after their ruler laid his mighty head down and filled his chambers with the deep, rolling melody of snores.

If anything, you're lucky to have made it this far, to have put as much distance between you and your captor as you already have. Any extra progress you happen to make is a delightful bonus.

It's been six months since you fell pregnant, and only two months since you fell into Bowser's clutches. Two gruelling months of trying to hide the growing bump beneath your dress's garlands. Two months of escape attempts, all in an effort to get your unborn child to safety.

So long as you're still here, in the fortress of a tyrant, the baby is at risk.

Every day since Bowser discovered he'd kidnapped a pregnant human, your future offspring seems less of a blessing, and more of a ticking time bomb sitting in your womb.

They're leverage. They could be used to control you.

Worse still, they could be hurt.

At the back of your mind, a tiny voice reasons that your assumptions are, so far, utterly baseless.

Much as it stings your pride to admit, you've yet to come under any fire from Bowser, or his troops. You're only too aware that a Koopa of his stature and power could have done far, far worse than keeping you here under lock and key, although that in itself you consider an unforgivable crime.

In actual fact, if you were questioned under extreme duress, you'd have to concede that he's been infuriatingly accommodating.

Even more-so after he finally used his brain and realised that you weren't diving into the bathroom to throw up because he'd accidentally over-salted the food he brought you.

If you thought he was overbearing in the first few months of your imprisonment, you were rather unpleasantly surprised to discover that he could get a whole Hell of a lot worse...

Another roar shakes through the corridor, powerful enough to nearly send you toppling off your wobbly feet.

There are plenty of aspects about Bowser you find troubling.

His unchecked jealousy, for one. The possessive rigidity of his hand when it's wrapped around your wrist. How he stubbornly deafens himself to reason and rationality if it doesn't align with his interests.

But there's one trait of his – one terrible, frightening quirk in his biology – that turns your blood to ice inside your veins.

It's that very same 'trait' that's chasing you through the endless hallways right now.

You know you only have yourself to blame for drawing him out.

The giant.

You can picture it now – Bowser, laying in his chambers, curling his tail up to feel the open air around it where once a warm body had been occupying the space. He must have woken to find you missing from his side and promptly lost what little self-control he's already barely in possession of.

You can feel it in the way his fortress quivers around all you now, as if afraid of its own king.

You once thought Bowser was already indomitable enough.

Then you saw what he can become, what he's capable of turning into with enough rage and power feeding into his temper.

You've only seen it happen once, and ever since, you've hoped with everything in you that you wouldn't have to see it again.

Yet judging from the way the ground trembles and the distant 'boom,' 'boom,' 'boom,' of gargantuan footfalls begins to draw closer, you fear you're about to be reacquainted with the very worst aspect of the self-proclaimed King.

Swollen and sore, your feet hum with a heat that stings at their soles, but still you push forwards, gasping for air that wheezes too thinly down your throat.

You won't let him take back to that room.

To that... that detestable nest.

Not least because you can't bear the humiliation of being fawned over and coddled for another, mortifying moment. At least before your pregnancy was discovered, you'd been allowed the illusion of privacy.

You were given your own bed chambers, you could sleep without the weight of the King pressing in around you like a slumbering mountain. You had time to yourself, albeit a few hours, where you could be free from Bowser's boundless attention.

Then, of course, you were found out.

Within less than a moment, what little 'freedom' you were so graciously handed was swiftly snatched back.

Much to your chagrin, you were removed from your chambers and moved straight into the King's.

Instead of simply watching you eat your meals with that daft, adoring grin stretching his muzzle, he started trying to feed you directly. The silver spoon always looked so ridiculous clutched inside his meaty paw. His big, bottom lip would stick out childishly each and every time you snatched the spoon away from him and reminded him sternly that you're only pregnant. You're not bed-ridden.

A sudden agony swells in your stomach and ripples outwards along each of your limbs, slowing you to a gasping stagger, as if your tiny passenger has finally decided to take umbrage with your lumbering motions.

Before you can gather your wits, you've opened your mouth to release a strangled cry, nearly falling to your knees as you grasp feverishly at your belly, eyes bulging in their sockets.

So much for only pregnant....

“Ah! Shit!” you hiss, stumbling sideways until your shoulder collides painfully with the solid, stone wall, “Gah! Not now, kid.”

Raking a hand through sweat-soaked hair, you grind your teeth together and suck a hissing breath between them, glancing at the path ahead of you through eyes bleary with tears. Another towering, stone doorway stands in front of you, large and tempting. You have no idea where it leads – this wing of the castle looks much the same as all the others that Bowser has tried to show off to you – but right now, forwards is vastly preferable to backwards.

You have to press on, even though your ligaments feel as though they're being wrung out, even though there's an invisible knife twisting into your side and causing you to cringe away from nothing, you have to press on.

Escape could be just behind those doors. Today could finally be the day you slip between Bowser's grasping fingers and reclaim your freedom. You might see Captain Skip again. She's loyal, oftentimes to a fault. Surely, surely she's still waiting for you on the docks, hatching a daring rescue attempt, knowing her. It's been one of the most troubling prospects that's been on your mind daily since you were first brought here. To see Skip storm Bowser's fortress with her crew, only to be cut down by the vastly superior numbers of troops heaving behind the walls.

You sailed across vast oceans with Skip and those sailors for months. They're good people with families and loved ones waiting for them back home in your kingdom. You'd do anything to spare them the fate that awaits them here, even if it means invoking the wrath of Bowser's colossal counterpart by trying to rescue yourself.

Setting your jaw with a firm click of teeth, you suck down a long, noisy breath and shove yourself upright off the wall, tottering forwards on your bare feet until you reach the door and slap both hands around the silver handles.

Shoulders braced, you move to throw the doors open, itching to get to the other side-

'WHAM!'

There isn't enough self-restraint in the galaxy that could have kept the startled yelp from bursting out of your lungs. It's only half a second later that you cram a hand over your mouth, as if to stuff the sound back down into your chest.

A swell of scorching, hot air surges into the corridor behind you, reaching you in a terrifying matter of moments and rolling up the nape of your neck.

Blind terror seizes your mobility away from you and turns your feet to lead.

You're still facing the doorway just in front of you, stiff-necked and bug-eyed with one hand clenched like a vice around the handle.

In the reflection, a huge, distorted shape raises its fiery head.

Eyes of fire blaze hot within the cool, silver surface.

There's something inherently paralysing in realising you've been spotted in a game of cat and mouse. The tendency to freeze overwhelms you for a few, crucial seconds where you hold perfectly still, bound by some misguided hope that if you don't make a single movement, the predator behind you won't be enticed to pounce.

You don't remember how to turn and glance over your shoulder.

You know what you'll find if you look.

You can tell by the crashing bellow that rattles your brain in its skull that you're out of luck. There are no more barriers between you and your pursuer.

You'd moved too slowly...

The walls around you begin to tremble in a fast, unsteady rhythm, and the ground shudders under your feet, and still it feels as though someone has turned a key in your spine and locked your limbs up tight.

It's only when the shadow of two, pointed horns fall upon you and rise up the door that you finally burst back to life.

Kicking off the lead weights attached to your ankles, you tug at the doors with all your might. But stone is heavy. Heavier than you recall it being.

The doors scrape open an inch, and all of a sudden, they're struck from above with the force of a siege machine as something huge smashes into them, wrenching the handles from your grasp and scaring a strangled yelp out of you.

An all-too familiar burst of moist air breathes down on top of your head, billowing at the collar of your night dress. The moisture from his maw mingles horribly with the sweat that trickles down the nape of your neck.

Swallowing thickly, you crank your neck back, shoulders hunched, until your eyes land upon the underside of a mammoth wrist, bedecked with a silver-spiked cuff that glints menacingly when its points catch the meagre firelight.

Attached to the wrist is a mountainous hand sporting its own set of spikes. These however, occur naturally, in the form of terrible, foot-long claws that perch at the end of each monstrous fingers.

The palm is taller than you are, and sits flat against the stone doors, sealing them shut so firmly that nothing short of an explosion could ever hope to shift them.

God... You can hear his almighty chest heaving raggedly overhead, immense lungs straining to pull in enough air just to refill them with the oxygen he'd expelled hunting you down.

It's him.

Bowser, but not quite. A King who has temporarily sacrificed what little brain he possesses to give himself a massive boost in brawn.

Despite the inherent need to see the rest of the titan bearing down upon you, you lower your gaze to the stone at your feet with a shaky gulp and keep your belly pressed to the door, curling around it with a fierce if futile determination to put yourself between the baby and any supposed danger.

As if a few, scant inches of flesh could stop the King from getting to them if he really wanted to.

Regardless of your noble effort, a second paw – equally as enormous as the first - presses urgently in around you. Claws almost as long as your forearm slip around the front of your night dress, and with a hesitant care that you don't notice in the ensuing fright, you're carefully eased away from the doors.

You immediately have something to say about it. Predominantly, “No!”

It hurts you to twist and wriggle, but you do your best to try and slip free of Bowser's fingers as they curl around your legs and torso, leaving your arms and fists free to beat uselessly at the hard, yellow scales on his knuckles. “Put me down!” you spit in an attempt to sound authoritative, dismayed that the crack in your tone belies the effort.

As if in direct defiance of your demand, the monstrous King instead lifts you up, twisting his wrist around slowly until, at last, that massive, protruding maw rises into view, swallowing up the world around you with its inescapable vastness.

Slitted nostrils flare open and closed at a frantic pace, pulling and pushing at the sweat-dampened hair sticking to your forehead. Without skipping a beat, the colossus leans his snout in close, bringing you towards the sharp fangs that are too large for his maw to contain.

Your eyes flash down to them as your pulse starts to thrash, pounding at the walls of your skin as if your heart itself is trying to abandon ship.

Bowser has never hurt you...

Yet...

It's that 'yet' that flashes through your mind as you squeeze your eyes shut, bracing yourself for whatever punishment the King has in mind.

Surely he's reached the end of his fuse. Surely you've pushed him over the edge and he's at last going to do something so terrible, so painful, all of your misgivings about him will be justified.

So it comes as a shock, when, rather than fire or jaws, you feel the soft press of a snout against your cheek.

You'd open your mouth to gasp if it wasn't also being smothered by Bowser's thick, rubbery lips as he begins to snuffle gently at your face, checking you over for injuries...

Secured in his surrounding grasp, you toss your head from left to right, trying to escape the hot breaths that are puffed out across your head. All for nought, of course. The gigantic snout follows your thrashing and gives your mouth a last, hearty sniff before suddenly, it starts to move south, skirting over your dress until it comes to hover just inches from your belly.

Gradually, like the bars of a cage being pried open, his fingers uncurl from around you and he tips his hand back so that you're left laying prone in the cup of his palm, your feet just barely dangling over the edge.

All at once, you freeze in place, your eyes growing wide and round with alarm.

No... Not them... They don't deserve to be punished because of what you did... You'll take his retribution on any other part of your body, if he'll just leave your stomach alone.

“Please,” you whisper, wetting your lips and swallowing the acrid taste that builds on your tongue at the abhorrence of begging for the creature's mercy, “Please, it's not their fault I ran... Don't... don't hurt them... Leave them alone.”

The King gives you a look, then, his blood-red eyes flicking up from your belly to squint at you, brows of flaming orange drawing into a tight, indignant line across his forehead.

Bowser doesn't talk when he's like this. His vocal chords have been twisted and stretched out of shape, but he doesn't need the ability to speak to convey his message quite clearly through expression alone.

He's offended. That you'd... what? Assume that your kidnapper might be angry enough to make you face retribution for your actions?

Hell, the baby's own father had smacked you dizzy for the mere crime of expressing a desire to keep the poor child. How can Bowser think it's such a stretch for you to expect similar from the Koopa who took you captive?

Like a mountain pressing in all around you, the titanic turtle closes the distance between your belly and his nose. For a second, the alarm of having a jaw so large approach the baby growing inside you is enough to make you raise your hands as if you could stop him.

And then, with a care that doesn't at all befit his size, Bowser slowly lets his eyes slip shut and presses the very tip of his snout against your swollen stomach, the barest pressure, the lightest touch, warm and soft and entirely careful, as if he's aware of his size and knows the damage he could inadvertently cause with the tiniest effort.

“What... are you doing?” Bewildered, you can only gape up at him as you blink away the stinging behind your eyelids, brows twisted up in disbelief.

This behaviour is... a far cry from what you'd been expecting after he caught up to you.

Ever so gradually, the King's chest stops rising and falling like a maddened bull, his bristling mane flattens down slightly and his shoulders slump in apparent relief.

After a long, silent minute spent in apprehensive silence, the Koopa peels his eyes open once more and draws his snout away from your stomach, tipping it up towards your face instead.

Heavy-lidded, his smouldering gaze holds yours for some time whilst you busy yourself trying to catch your breath, hating how much your body is already relishing the rest.

Regarding you from beneath softly drooping eyelids, the King's dark pupils expand like apertures. A rumble works its way up from the bottom of his throat, more of an exhale than a growl, though the deepness of it still sends quakes through the hand you're laying in, sending tingles all the way up your spine.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the Koopa abruptly raises his head.

“Ah!” you exclaim as the world around you rocks, though it soon occurs to you that he's only turning himself around, a motion so mundane to him, but for you, standing a fraction of his height, even the most casual movement is dialled up to eleven.

Throwing out an arm, you reflexively grab onto one of his scaly knuckles, though he's quick to curl each finger securely over you once more, tucking you securely against his chest as he plods down the corridor, rattling the overhead chandeliers with every, thunderous step he takes.

It isn't long before the giant Koopa is shouldering his way through the doors to his bed chambers again, which have since become less of a chamber and more of a nest.

The silly sod must have gathered every pillow and blanket available in the castle and plopped them all down in an ever-growing pile at the centre of the room.

The worrier in you can't help but wonder if his koopa troops have been left with enough for themselves.

The King's bed, meanwhile, has been shoved to one side of the room, apparently no longer serving as an adequate resting place. You can barely see a solitary inch of floor beneath the mass of cushions and soft beddings.

This is where you've been holed up for the last month or so...

You can't rightly say you know how long it's been, you stopped counting the days after a while...

Your leaden heart sinks down to the soles of your feet at the sight of the colourful mess welcoming you back once more.

“Home sweet home,” you grumble under your breath.

Issuing a heavy grunt, Bowser drops like a lead weight onto one forearm, watching carefully as he lowers you down into the centre of the cushions and blankets, sliding you from his palm with a wordless croon of contentment.

“You're impossible,” you complain wearily, throwing a sharp glare at the King as he pulls back and settles onto his hands, a pleased smile stretching his maw, “Just how long are you going to keep me in this stupid den?”

Predictably, Bowser ignores your grousing and instead lowers his snout to nose at some of the pillows, those that have escaped from the greater mass, nudging them back towards the centre, towards you.

Rolling your eyes, you lay a hand over your belly and sink back into the nest, feeling the mountain of cushions shift and dip under Bowser's weight as he snuffles around the pile, ensuring everything has been placed back in its correct position before he finally pulls away, sitting back on his bulky haunches and giving the nest a last once-over, bobbing his head in a decisive nod that bounces his mane like fire in the wind.

Lifting his gaze to you once more, he chuffs at you, something firm and strict, drawing his thick, bushy brows into a frown.

The message is clear.

'Stay.'

“Like I'd be able to get anywhere now, even if I wanted to,” you mutter bitterly, wincing at a pulse of pain that rocks across the balls of your feet.

For a moment, Bower's furrowed brow eases apart and he casts a look at your face. You know he must see the weariness settled there, judging by the gentle croon he emits in your direction, bulbous shoulders slumping despondently.

Several times, he casts glances between you and the door, enough that you furrow your brow, tilting your head to one side and wondering why he isn't trying to lay down on the nest himself to resume your previous arrangement, the one you'd had before making a break for it.

At last, with a final groan in your direction, Bowser heaves himself about and hurries from the room as best as his cumbersome legs will allow, his spikes scraping chunks from the door's stony frame as he leaves.

At once, you perk up, staring agog at the open entrance.

Your heart nearly leaps in anticipation, astounded that the possessive koopa has just presented you with yet another chance to escape so soon after he's plopped you back inside his nest.

Thumping footfalls trail swiftly away from the room, but never quite disappear entirely.

You're torn, anxious. Your feet hurt something fierce.

“It can't be that easy...” you murmur aloud.

… Can it?

Despite your body's feverous protest, you grit your teeth and start to drag yourself laboriously across the cushions, inch by tantalising inch, never once taking your eyes off the door.

Sadly, you've only just managed to scoot yourself a few yards closer to the edge by the time you feel those pulse-jumping footfalls approaching the room again.

Heaving a defeated sigh, you slump into the blankets around you, your heart sinking like lead in water as Bowser comes thudding back into his chambers. This time, however, when he pokes his enormous head through the doors, you're taken aback by the sight of a very sleepy Junior dangling by the tail from his father's gentle maw.

“Oh, come now,” you cluck before you can catch your tongue, “You didn't need to wake the poor boy. He's had a busy day.”

Bowser merely huffs while the koopaling in question rubs at his eyes with a pudgy, little fist as his father slowly bends down and deposits him into the bed of pillows at your side.

“You tried to run again, didn't you?” he yawns, wriggling around on his belly until his head is pointed in your direction, blinking lazily up at you.

Grumbling under your breath, you retort, “And nothing to show for it but aching feet...”

“Maybe you outght'a stop runnin' then,” he suggests, and had it been anyone else, you might not have been able to bite back a sharp reply. As it is, Junior... Well. He's not a bad kid. You wouldn't be stuck here in his father's fortress if it weren't for him, of course, but you can't bear grudges against children, especially not those who are the product of their upbringing. You can't imagine Bowser has ever taught him that kidnapping is inherently wrong, after all. It took you many, many years to shake the 'lessons' your own father had tried to instil in you. By that time, you were older and wiser than Junior is now.

In time, he'll learn... You hope.

Before you can offer up a protest, the youngster grabs a fistful of your silk skirts and tugs himself towards you, dropping his round, yellow chin in your lap with a huff.

The bitter expression on your face contrasts the gentle hand you lay upon Junior's head, idly rubbing at the scales between his stubby horns.

“Still,” you add, softer, “At least I got some exercise at last, hmm?”

A soft whuff of air ruffles against your leg, all the response Junior provides before he promptly buries his face into your dress and devolves into an exhausted, clingy lump of koopa.

“Tired?” you hum.

There's a long pause before he huffs out a muffled reply. “No.”

Bowser must have plucked him out of a very good sleep. And, you suppose, it is the middle of the night... You'd have to be heartless to try and remove the boy now...

An almighty presence rumbles at your back, and the bed of pillows shifts as Bowser lowers himself onto his belly, curling his neck and head around to your right whilst his tail coils to your left, enclosing you in a semicircle of living, breathing scales.

Like the flip of a switch, the softer expression you reserve for his son hardens to something stern and unamused as you toss a withering glare up at the giant.

He's peering back at you through heavy-lidded eyes, and to your dismay, his nose is scooting closer and closer over the pillows, pausing every few seconds as if you'll conveniently forget to notice what he's up to. With Junior still settled in your lap, you can't rightly move away.

“Well,” you sigh, blinking over the expanse of the King's snout to meet his gaze, “I suppose you must be very pleased with yourself.”

As is typical when he's like this, the Koopa doesn't reply with words.

Instead, he softly bridges the gap between you both by pressing his doughy nose into your side, forcing you to raise your arm to grant him better access lest it become trapped against your body. Appeased, Bowser lets out a contented rumble, rustling the cushions and blankets underneath you.

Pulling a face, you mutter, “You're lucky your son is here to stop me from moving.”

You can't be certain, but you think you hear the quietest snicker emerge from the koopaling in your lap.

Then again, it could have been nothing but a snore...

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